He gestures to the hallway, to my former father holding a knife at my throat, and to himself. “A pretty awkward family reunion, I guess.” He shrugs. “Well, Gafton’s not really part of it. He didn’t even realize his mate was part Carnage Wolf until recently.”
My former father doesn’t even blink at that, just continues to stare at me with the blade.
It’s like he’s under a trance of some kind.
Is Alpha Bryson doing this to you? I wonder. As Pack Alpha, he’s capable of controlling anyone under his rule, even his Beta.
“Bryson knew, though,” Alpha Kin continues. “That’s why he brought her into the pack—her mixed heritage intrigued him. And he used it to his advantage by forcing her to play with our father. She was meant to be a glorified fuck doll—an Omega-like cunt capable of taking the knot, but a womb that rejects the sperm.” He gives me a cruel grin. “What I imagine you’d become to T and his clan eventually.”
I’m listening to him, but not reacting. Because I know I’m more than a fuck toy to my clan.
And I’m too disturbed by the fact that my former father still hasn’t moved. He’s just… standing there… unblinking, holding me at knife point.
Can I jump backward? I wonder.
“Unfortunately,” Alpha Kin draws out the word, his head tilting to the side. “Your mother didn’t turn out to be the ideal fuck toy because she had you. So the playtime only lasted a night as a result, which almost ruined the alliance between him and our father. But Bryson negotiated to keep you while offering a few other perks to satisfy my father’s darker inclinations.”
His tone allows me to guess what those perks are, and the glitter in his gaze confirms they’re crude.
“Breaking Nantahala Wolves by forcing them to take a knot is quite fun,” he says, because apparently I needed that detail in my mind.
I’m going to be sick.
Yet my former father still isn’t moving.
Seriously, why aren’t you moving? I think, locking eyes with my father while Alpha Kin continues speaking.
“I don’t know why Bryson wanted to keep you. Maybe he thought you’d be an Alpha, someone he could mold into a weapon. Or perhaps he planned to fuck you when you came of age,” he says. “Regardless, he found a use for you with that idiot Santeetlah Wolf. At least until you turned white.” He steps forward. “So you ended up here, and we’ve now come full circle.”
I swallow again, my gaze darting to Alpha Kin’s crazed expression.
He’s too close for comfort.
And he looks pissed.
“You have ruined everything. I tried to handle it, but Tieran was too fucking fast. And Dirk proved to be an incompetent ass.” Alpha Kin shudders visibly, his eyes closing for a moment. His irises are full brown again when he reopens them. “I told Bryson to fix it. He failed. And now I have to decide what the fuck to do with you.”
The insanity in his expression disappears behind a mask of indifference similar to the one my former father is wearing.
It sends a chill down my spine.
“But we have a game to play first. I need you to scream.” He reaches for me with lightning speed, slamming me back against the wall and taking the blade from my former father’s grip. The sharp edge meets my shoulder, sliding beneath the fabric of my sweater to touch the skin. “It’s too bad you're my half-sister. Otherwise, we could have some fun first.”
He drives the tip into my shoulder, shooting fiery pain through my body all the way to my toes.
“Can’t have you dying yet, Aspen. You’re my ticket off this fucking island,” he says. “And I have one more deal with Bryson to make—his life for mine.”
I don’t understand.
None of this makes any sense.
Alpha Bryson knew my mother was part Carnage Wolf. He knew a Carnage Wolf fathered me. Yet he still tried to mate me off to a Santeetlah Wolf by “using my sexuality.”
When that failed, my not-father disowned me and my mother—a female temporarily traded to a Carnage Wolf as a fuck toy by her own Alpha—-which led to my exile and her death.
And now my half-brother wants to use me as some pawn?
He yanks the knife out, only to slash it across my cheek, drawing a hiss of pain from me that ends on a whimper.
A whimper I despise.
And my former father still doesn’t fucking move.
It makes me want to hurt him. To kill him. To unleash all this anger on the man I trusted to protect me in this life.
I didn’t choose to be the product of a rape.